Being a dad has a way of reminding you about vision. The first time my son started singing the lyrics to one of my songs while I drove him and his little brother to daycare was bittersweet. It was great that he could recognize daddy on the radio (we keep a constant stream of Gospel Hip-Hop rolling - outside of myself, his favorite rappers are Gemstones and Swoope), it was sobering to realize he was singing a song I had never released. I've been subscribing to the thought that

Your phone rings. The number says Unavailable, but something in you begs you to answer it anyway. It's the third time in the past five minutes, and there's an uneasiness inside of you. Your stomach tightens as you answer, but you have no idea why this nervousness is gripping you so tightly. Your eyes widen as you hear the muffled screams of the person closest to you in the background. A chilling voice comes over the phone - one you've only heard in the worst of your nightmare